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Lim Peh Mar 2020
One must imagine Sisyphus ripped.
Shoulders like Boulders.
Quads like God's.
He was literally doing Olympian training!
I'm so happy with myself for thinking about that triple pun.
Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
What exactly is happiness? Is it the hollowness in the chest when you've stopped crying and you feel like there's nothing left to do? Is it that feeling of wanting the world to stop so you can enjoy just a few more seconds of silence?
Is it being with friends and laughing until your gut hurts but then crying when you go home? Is it addictive like a drug?
Is the withdrawal from happiness the symptoms of depression?
does that mean we need happiness like we need oxygen?
Are we okay?
If the past can overshadow the present then what's the point of reminding ourselves about it?
There will always be bad things, we can't change that.
No. We could change that.
We just don't want to. Happy is fleeting and never stays. that's why we want it. We would hate happy if we had it forever.
But we chase it in circles, like greyhounds on a track, coming across it only to realize that it was fake all along and the real happiness
the real glow and joy
was that small second before the race, when you felt like you were finally going to reach it
And now?
Now you don't have it. Because you believed it would fix your problem.
Well. To the ones who believed they have found happiness I must ask you
Did it?
Àŧùl Jan 2020
I break hearts in this journey
But I am not proud of being a vandal
And I do not do it wantonly
My HP Poem #1823
©Atul Kaushal
Michael Marro Jan 2020
If the thrill of the hunt sets you a'flame
I long to be the man to play your game
But I'm not a beast to be satisfied with a bone
No "here's a scrap" now go on alone

For me, it's your divine feminine I pursue
The gods felt like showing off when they crafted you
Your sense, so dark, so deep, is what I'll follow
Don't short-shrift my time and make my efforts hollow

I'm in need of a feast - your body, your mind
My cravings won't end with wrinkled sheets and a bottle of wine.
Your flesh on my tongue is what I will savor
I'll eat you alive, if you'll return the favor.

I want to devour you whole
Your spirit, your soul
And once I've stripped you down to your core,
Only then, my dear, will we start the chase once more.
It's getting there. Maybe one or two more edits.
Working off a thought from "Shop" from IG @shestarteditpoetry . This doesn't do it justice, but it's a start.
Andromyda Jan 2020
I never knew what I wanted
What I needed from him
I couldn’t see clearly
Why I was unhappy and hurting

But I know what I want now
I know what I’m looking for
And I know what it’s gonna take
I know what I deserve

I want pursuit
I want him to want me
And want to know me
To spend time learning who I am

I don’t want to have to be first
I want to feel like I’m important to him
Like I matter and my feelings mean something
And I want to be chosen

I’m not going to give myself freely
To anyone who walks up to me
And tells me I’m pretty
And flatters me

I’m going to be the strong person I am
And stand on my own two feet
And make my life what I want it to be
If he wants me, then he’ll have to come get me

I know who I am now
And I know I’m good enough
I know I’m not unlovable
I’m not perfect, but I’m enough

I deserve to be asked on a date
And to be taken on an adventure
I deserve time and effort
And caring and compassion

I deserve at least what I give
And I can give a lot of love
And I care so much
I want that in return

In a way that speaks to me
And it may be difficult
But love isn’t easy
And neither am I

So I’m not selling myself short this time
I’m not settling for looks
Or good ***
Or a fun time

I’m holding out for passion
And strong pursuit
And caring about the little things
And not holding back

I will love people with all I have
And wear my heart on my sleeve
Because that’s who I am
But I won’t let just anyone have me
Dylan McFadden Dec 2019
Some of life's
Sweetest joys
Are intermingled with
Bitter sorrows,

Reminding me that

My hope lies
Above the horizon,
And my fears
Lag long behind

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annh Dec 2019
I write the night away in my quiet corner of the universe,
Hoping that my words will reach you;
That you may recognise yourself reflected in their distant glow,
Catch hold of one bright star in the twinkling density of the darkness,
And wish upon it.

‘Solitude gives birth to the original in us,
to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry.’
- Thomas Mann, Death in Venice and Other Tales
Pratham Sanghvi Oct 2019
Night after Night
It eats from me
A piece of my soul I lose
With every new day I breathe

Its not easy
The world had warned me
It's not breezy
To pursue the dreams you see

Life is not fair
Not everyone can be the heir
This throne is for the brave
Not them who live only to reach their grave

But deep within I know the fights worth it
My heart wants this every bit
For every part of me I lose a new one will take form
For at the end of my pursuit a great man will be born.
I wrote this when i was in dire need of motivation and it seemed to do wonders for me. I hope it gives you the push you need.
Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2019
Summer is leaving me behind
Though I wish I could go with
Following seasons is like
Chasing a monster you know is a myth

It does not make much sense to me
Living a stalker of the sun
The glare makes it hard to see
Smoke left rising from the gun

She is too smart, too fast, too fly,
For mortal man to hold
Many have given a lifetime
To catch her until they grow old

I know my place
I'm not ashamed
Let her slip away again
Just another way to reload
Ammo for my empty pen
Inspired by nature which seldom happens
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